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Mr. Tewksbury


11.27.16 Posted in today's words by

Marc Carver’s most recent poem to appear here was “Shrine” (October 2016)

Mr. Tewksbury
By Marc Carver

The old man sits in the wheel chair
he is colorless and grey at the same time
if they folded the wheelchair in half
they would not need to take him out.
They could fold him up and put him in the corner.
“Where the hell did Mister Tewksbury go? Oh there you are.”
Unfold him and watch him pop out
like an unlively jack in the box.

You have to get up close to him
to see whether he may have gone already
whether he will open his eyes
like in a horror movie.

He as close to death that it is possible to be
Like all of us
but it doesn’t make us live
with any more passion.



One Response to “Mr. Tewksbury”

  1. devon says:

    What a wonderful poem. Thank you, Marc.